Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud

[Hook]

Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
Two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robberySome say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicideHe knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
Unh!

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